Eliza Lumley - Black Star

I get home from work And you're still standing in your dressing gown Well, what am i to do ? I know all the things around your head And what they do to you ? What are we coming to ? What are we gonna do ? Blame it on the black star Blame it on the falling sky Blame it on the satellite That beams me home Troubled words of a troubled mind Try to understand what is eating you Try to stay awake but it's 58 hours Since that i last slept with you What are we coming to ? I just don't know anymore Blame it on the black star Blame it on the falling sky Blame it on the satellite That beams me home I get on the train and i just stand about Now that i don't think of you I keep falling over, I keep passing out When i see a face like you What are we coming to ? I'm gonna melt down Blame it on the black star Blame it on the falling sky Blame it on the satellite That beams me home